Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.